the honey of life
photo by Lee Keefer
“Doth not all nature around me praise God?
If I were silent, I should be an exception to the universe.
Doth not the thunder praise Him
as it rolls like drums
in the march of the God of armies?
Do not the mountains praise Him
when the woods upon their summits wave in adoration?
Doth not the lightning write His name in letters of fire?
Hath not the whole earth a voice?
And shall I, can I, silent be?”
- C.H. Spurgeon
“Praise is the honey of life
which a devout heart extracts from
every bloom of providence and grace.”
- C.H. Spurgeon
photo by Lee Keefer
“Doth not all nature around me praise God?
If I were silent, I should be an exception to the universe.
Doth not the thunder praise Him
as it rolls like drums
in the march of the God of armies?
Do not the mountains praise Him
when the woods upon their summits wave in adoration?
Doth not the lightning write His name in letters of fire?
Hath not the whole earth a voice?
And shall I, can I, silent be?”
- C.H. Spurgeon
“Praise is the honey of life
which a devout heart extracts from
every bloom of providence and grace.”
- C.H. Spurgeon
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